As the sky darkens to violet hues,
the mask-wearers dance out amongst
the shadows that blend
into the no light phase of life.
The remnants of innocence
shall be scorched by the fire.
The means of escape are few.
All the beings are of one mind.
The controller is above the
amphitheater.
Carbon copies predates the rock age.
The music forced open wood and metal,
degrading the Gods and the law
and most of all the...
the moon.
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